MY BEST SHOT
Where land and sky meet
By Jaye Dansicker, Sparks
During a year of study, a friend and I were exploring Land's End, the southwestern tip of England, where the earth abruptly ends over white cliffs that dive hundreds of feet straight down to the English Channel. While we were there, a torrential rain came out of nowhere. To our amazement and delight, this spectacular double rainbow developed only yards away.
A MEMORABLE PLACE
Workers below the earth
By Lynn Pakulla
SPECIAL TO THE SUN
My husband and I took a much-needed getaway from work and spent a week in my hometown of Scranton, Pa., where my parents still live.
One afternoon, we took a trip to McDade Park. There are swimming and picnic facilities there as well as the Anthracite Museum and the Lackawanna Coal Mine.
On a tour of the mine, a coal car operated by a pulley took us 300 feet below the ground. It was interesting to see how dark, damp and claustrophobic it felt to descend so deep into the earth. Below, you can see how the mine was laid out like an underground city with a main road, side roads and narrow tunnels. I thought about the miners who worked there in the late 1800s, spending 12-hour days in deplorable conditions.
The miners descended each morning before dawn into the mines. At the bottom, darkness surrounded the workers except for the lamps on their helmets. The temperature remained at a constant 47 degrees year-round. There was always the threat of dangerous gases, cave-ins, runaway coal cars, flooding from underground rivers and large pieces of rock crashing down on them.
The amazing thing to me was how many children also worked there.
Boys as young as 7 years old worked at the top of the mine, operating machines that broke large chunks of coal. Other boys called "nippers," usually 11 to 13 years old, had the job of sitting behind heavy wooden doors all day to open and close them as the coal cars came through.
If they fell asleep and missed opening the door in time, they could be crushed to death by the heavy cars.
During the mining era, it has been estimated that at least one anthracite worker was killed daily in Pennsylvania coal country.
There were no labor unions or child labor laws at that time. The miners tried to organize and strike for better working conditions, but it was difficult organizing people who spoke so many different languages. Many of the mine workers were immigrants new to the country.
The nearby Anthracite Museum has many photographs, displays, written records and details of this bygone era.
We have many, many blessings today. May we always remember the hardships of those who came before us and forever be thankful.
I found out from my father that the mine I toured was the Dunmore vein. It happened to be the same place my grandfather worked for many years, saving up enough money to bring his family to this country in 1927.
Lynn Pakulla lives in Ellicott City
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